"There was a scar on Ilissa's left wrist, left by her brother, ..."
- Wait a second!..
The weak voice, which wasn't mine, echoed through the empty room.
Blue hair with a slight purple tint.. Scars.. Thin, pale body.. Staying in an unknown place..
Ilissa.
Exactly.
I'm in her body.
I have a lot of questions.
How? Why? What for?
What the fuck? There can't be a resettlement, right? They said it was a made-up story.
But of course, I won't get an answer, just like I won't get an answer to my screams.
I am currently imprisoned in the dungeons of Vanos County.
Not a single person, not even the guards of my cage. Like an abandoned, tattered bird that no one feels sorry for. Its wings are torn, its legs are broken. Loneliness is its best friend. I can even recognize myself. A little bit.
So, we need to think about it.
Ilissa was often criticized for not doing her family's dirty work well, or at all.
I suppose today is the same case. I can assume that it was for not spilling the wine on the main character's snow-white dress. There was a scene like that in the novel. Ilyssa really liked her perfect dress, and she couldn't bring herself to ruin it. She had never experienced anything like this before. It was only in public, and even then, it was lewd, disgusting, and explicit. Her memories were also passed on to me, although it would have been better if they hadn't been preserved. Now I remember those dirty hands, those cold-blooded punches, those mocking looks...
I'm sorry. Now I'm partially in her shoes.
Even the servants laugh at her.
When the Vanos family is "on stage", they play a happy and caring family, but they only need to get into a carriage or go to their mansion.. Ilissa is "miraculously" left with injuries and bruises. Miracles, no doubt.
While she was alone, spending her dull days here, her father and brother were living it up. My God, I can feel my aggression starting to bubble over. I want to use a pear. Not an edible one, no.
- Eh.
I leaned against the wall and sat down, pulling my knees up to my chest. My already dirty robe, which was more like a robe, became even more smudged and worn from this action.
My gaze fell on the largest rat standing at my feet.
- So, ugly rat, it looks like you're going to be my best friend for a while.
I furrowed my eyebrows and widened my eyes.
- My God, I hope you're not rabid?
Urrr-
Damn, I'm hungry. Really hungry.
I'm powerless against hunger.
Ilissa, how many times a day do you eat at all? You're so thin. I'm... Well, in my body, I've eaten at least five times.
I ate a lot, but I weighed little. That's my ability! It was. I'm afraid that if I have the opportunity to eat, you'll gain sixty pounds. It's better not to let me eat.
Urr-
Lord, please stop. Don't, stomach! I'll be chewing the walls soon.
My gaze fell on the rat again.
...
Get out of here, you stink, before I'm too mad to eat you, but who knows what will happen in ten minutes.
No, this isn't right. How long am I supposed to sit here? How long!? Give me the keys to this cage and the money, and that's it. You won't see me again. Not even if you want to.
I'm sitting here like a doll that becomes uninteresting as soon as the high society stops watching.
A black spot appeared at the end of the corridor.
Is this Death?
It grew until the light fell on it.
Oh.
A blue-haired guy with yellow eyes and a clean face.
Ilissa's brother? God, Geraldine.
- It's been a long time, Puss(1). Are you lonely here?
(1 - the gray rat)
Of course, he was talking to me. To Ilissa.
- Why are you silent? Have you swallowed your tongue?- His tone quickly changed from mocking and insulting to outrageously irritated, - Do you think you're a queen?
- She won't answer you.
My voice... Or rather, Ilissa's voice... Or maybe it's time to consider it mine, cutting through the guy's unpleasant words like a knife.
- What?..
His confused face is worth it. Ha-ha, God, I would put it on my profile picture and laugh every time I looked at it.
- Well, if you don't degrade yourself every day, you can at least know that rats can't talk. I don't know why you'd think otherwise, but look at her face.
I nodded at the rat.
- Although, of course, if you mean yourself, that's a different diagnosis. I'm not a doctor, but I have a little knowledge.
- You..
His face turned red with anger, as if he was about to explode.
- Brainless trash! It's not in your position to be rude to me! - Geraldine was very angry, probably out of a sense of hurt dignity. Or because for the first time in her life, his "worthless sister" dared to speak up.
He frantically tried to open my cage until his veins bulged.
- Calm down, or you'll break the lock. Just let me out, and the 'punishment' is over.
***
As we walked to my room, I looked at the walls of the mansion. Goddamn, they were amazing in person! It was like being in a virtual reality!
My cheek was still burning. Of course, I had been slapped for my answer, but I had endured it so far. It was too early to change. And my father would not allow Gerald to ruin my beautiful face.
We were already approaching my room, so even though it didn't show, I was all excited. To think I'd get to see my favorite character's room in real life! Oh, my goodness!
And now I'm standing in front of the door. I reach for the handle, and...
- Oh.
The spacious room has a small bed, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and... That's it. Nothing else.
It's empty. Even though I remember everything from the novel and Ilissa's memories, I was expecting at least a normal room. Although why would I even think that... Huh.